The end is coming very soon.
"You didn't just think I was going to go away did you?" -?
The roof of the building exploded as an intense beam of blue energy burst into the sky. The beam could be seen all over town, many having terrifying memories of when the town was beseeched by an army of skeletal ghosts and partially transported to the Ghost Zone. After that particular incident the police and National Guard had drafted up protocols if such things happened again. While they left the ghost fighting to Danny Phantom and sometimes the Guys in White, something like this prompted immediate action from law enforcement.
Within minutes there were police, SWAT, and National Guard vehicles situated around the various entrances of the building. Just as everyone arrived the blue beam shuddered several times like a pulsing vein before disappearing with a loud hissing noise. Not wasting any time a platoon of soldiers stormed the factory, M16s held at the ready for whatever they might encounter. Traversing the halls didn't take long, as bar one or two paths that split off to other parts of the building, most of them led to the large open space where workers would normally be putting together whatever was being created at the time.
In the center of the room, hooked up to many computers and other machines was a large, armored mech of some kind. It was black in color, around 8 feet in height, and looked quite durable compared to the body armor worn by the soldiers. Although there were no guns with the machine it did have a very large double-edged blade attached to the back of its left forearm. Seeing the mech, or whatever it was, gave the soldiers pause. One in particular actually broke formation for a moment in awe and confusion.
"Is…that a miniature Gundam?"
The Staff Sergeant in charge of their unit shook his head clear before yelling at the Private to get back in formation. The roof of this area was still intact, so it was obvious that whatever they were looking for was somewhere else. However, before they could spread out and search the room for evidence of where the blue beam may have originated, a door that had yet to be inspected was blown out of its frame and painfully bisected a soldier at the waist. The man was dead before his upper half hit the ground.
Turning to the doorway the men and women watched as a figure stepped out from the shadows. It was a man that looked to be in his mid-20s, slightly tanned skin, shoulder-length red hair, and black eyes. He was wearing a tan t-shirt tucked in to tan cargo pants. Upon his feet he wore blue colored tennis shoes with yellow laces. All in all, he looked much like a college student, except for the faint blackish-blue aura around his body that pulsed like a heartbeat.
Without a second thought the soldiers opened fire on the man. Everyone had switched their rifles to burst-fire or full-auto mode, deciding that loss of accuracy was ok so long as they could put as much lead in this thing as possible. However, the man just stood there amused, none of the bullets piercing his body or causing him discomfort. Then the man moved. In the blink of an eye he was next to two soldiers using a large crate as cover. He grabbed one by the face with crushing force and easily ripped the man's head off in a geyser of blood, then backhanded the second man hard enough to break his neck.
Despite this the soldiers didn't order a retreat, instead continuing to fire at the inhuman being. One soldier even grabbed a grenade and tossed it at the man's feet. The being looked down at it, making no attempt to get away. The explosion was deafening in the confines of the room, debris sent flying in all directions, and smoke filling the area. Without giving pause to the battle a wave of black energy shot from the smoke into the woman that threw the grenade. Her life ended harshly when the blade-like attack cut her in half right where her heart rested. The being stepped out from the smoke calmly, still unaffected by anything the Guard soldiers tried. He thrust his hands forward, palms up, where black light began to form on each of his fingertips like off-colored fireflies. With a twirl of his wrists the lights flew off in search of people. It was a seeker-type attack, that when connected would cause an explosion.
Such results happened seconds later along with horrified screams from the humans being killed so callously. The being didn't care in the slightest. "You're all in my way. I have more important things to attend to than to slaughter insignificant bugs." Not giving a second glance to any of the destruction going on around him the being calmly walked through the halls and headed for the exit.
The police outside had heard the explosions, gunfire, and screams all the way outside, such was the intensity of everything. There had to be at least 100 cops of various sorts surrounding the building, with more on the way, as well as word from the Colonel in charge of Amity Park's National Guard that further military reinforcements were being sent. Some of the men wanted to storm the place, with SWAT leading the charge, but those of high rank put a stop to that. Considering that the soldiers whom entered had yet to come back out or make radio contact with them, the police expected the worst.
"I'm seeing movement at the front entrance. Can't make out what it is though." A sniper reported over the radio. His rifle was trained on the glass double-door at the front of the building. A lot of smoke from within obscured most everything within, however, he could see a shadowy figure approach at a calm pace. The police tensed, readying their weapons in case whoever it was proved hostile. The door opened and out stepped the being that had slaughtered the National Guardsmen whom first entered, his clothes and body undamaged in any way save for some soot that stuck to him from being right above a few grenades.
"Freeze! Put your hands behind your head and get down on the ground now!"
The being ignored the humans completely, instead focusing on a figure flying towards his position very fast. He could sense the boy easily and stood motionless, waiting with a hint of a smile. The figure flew over the lines of police and floated ten feet away from the being. Everyone instantly recognized him as Danny Phantom, the ghost that fought other ghosts to protect the town, even if Mayor Masters tried to constantly paint him in a bad light.
"I don't know who you are, but you can either go back to the Ghost Zone or I can send you there with force." Danny normally might have engaged in some playful joke or banter of some kind, but something within him, something almost primal, told him this enemy wasn't one to play around with.
The being tilted his head to the right just a fraction, smiling up at Danny. "Is that so? You think I'm a resident of the Ghost Zone? How humorous and oh so narrow-minded of you boy. All this time that I have watched you and the other I actually expected more. It would seem that you perhaps fall short of my standards. Sad really, but it can't be helped I suppose."
Danny's eyes narrowed at the man. He was unsure what his words meant exactly, such as who the 'other' was, and that he apparently wasn't from the Ghost Zone. Danny could feel ectoplasmic energy coming from him however, so he had to be a ghost or at least a halfa like himself, slim as that possibility was. "I don't care where you've come from. You're leaving Amity Park one way or another mister."
"Is that right? Well I'm here, so come and get me boy." The being mocked Danny with that smile once more. Giving him exactly what he wanted, Danny surged towards the man with an ectoplasm-charged fist. Rearing back he struck with all the strength his body could put into a punch, only to have the man catch his fist in his own hand with no effort at all.
"What?" Danny tried yanking his fist out of the man's hand several times to no avail. Thinking quickly the teen turned intangible, but to his complete shock he still couldn't remove his limb from the man's grip. Turning visible again he charged his other fist with ectoplasm and struck the man in the face. Even as strong as he'd hit him, the man's head only turned perhaps three inches to the left. The halfa stared in disbelief when the being turned his head forward again, his black eyes holding Danny's green ones in a trance.
"My turn." The being head-butted Danny with such force the teen was given a concussion in an instant. Danny dropped to his knees in front of the being, vision blurry and world spinning. A kick to his head sent him rolling away with a heavily bruised right arm. Of course his natural healing abilities would kick in, but a concussion was going to take time to fix. Danny didn't know if he could fight in that condition, for as harsh as some of his fights in the past were, he'd never once been concussed. Somehow getting to his feet the teen saw that the man had not moved from his spot, save for turning to face him.
"You thought I was some measly ghost come here to haunt the human world, or perhaps attempt world conquest? Foolish boy, there are more than just the undead that roam the various planes of existence. I am not one of my brother's meager spirits, I am a God. I am the one that rules over Hell. I am the divine being whom punishes the souls of the evil and the wicked. If you so wish to stand against me, I will humor you. Prepare to understand why I was named Dark." The being, Dark, raised his left hand. From his fingers black energy began to gather, much like when he'd killed everyone in the building. Only this time the energy formed into five foot long double-edged blades, as if his fingers had turned into swords. A second later and Dark was next to Danny, arm reared back for a powerful swing. "You'd best give your all boy or you will die this day." With that the God swung.
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